The next day

“Rise and shine, whore! You’ve got a busy day ahead of you.”

It was just before sunrise. Kat fluttered her eyes open and looked around her cage.

“Nice bed for a prison. I don’t suppose a nap is on the list of chores?” Kat asked.

York cleared his throat and looked at her expectantly.

“Oh. Right, sorry. I don’t suppose a nap is on the list of chores…” Getting the word out was like pulling a fishing hook from her throat. “…Master.”

York laughed. “Where do you find the gall to maintain this sarcastic bitch act?”

“Who told you it was an act?” she replied, sitting up.

“And here I was worried I had zapped all the fun out of you,” he said smiling.

Her terror from the previous day had subsided, but her frustration remained. She was afraid of more punishment, but pushing boundaries was worth a little pain. That was all she had left now. Fleeting chances to pull back on the leash. To remind herself she’s still human.

“Not just yet…Master,” she said.

York unlocked and opened her cage, and Kat crawled out. She felt a tinge of nerves rising to her feet. Like any wrong move could be followed by a zap.

“Listen closely. This is the one day I’m waking up this early to explain your morning routine,” York barked.

“Yes, Master,” Kat said flatly.

York’s eyes lit up every time she called him “Master.” He was enjoying this a little too much.

“Good. You will wake at this time every morning. Your first priority is grooming. I won’t tolerate a lack of…cleanliness. Then, you begin preparing breakfast. You’ll find a copy of my mother’s recipe book on the counter. Once it’s time, you will wake me, tend to my morning wood, and then return to the kitchen to begin preparing my coffee,” York explained.

Kat’s heart quickened. “Um…Master? Did you say, ‘tend to your morning wood?’ I-is there an ointment for that or…?”

York scoffed. “Cute. Let me be explicitly clear. You are going to wake me up every morning by wrapping those soft, pink lips around my cock. You are going to suck my dick until I finish draining my balls down your throat. Then, you are going to thank me, make me a cup of coffee, and plate my breakfast like the obedient whore you are. Answer your question?”

“Y-yes, Master,” Kat said, blushing.

“Good. Now, go get started on your new routine. Today you’re just learning. After today, mistakes will cost you. Try and keep that in mind,” York said.

Kat did as she was told. Frankly, private shower time sounded incredible. Getting to cook in peace sounded great too. The daily blowjob thing was less ideal, but it could be worse. It wasn’t like York was unattractive. Well, his personality was actually pretty ugly, but it had a pleasant, candy-coated exterior. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, or maybe that’s just what she was telling herself.

Cleaning up was a breeze. Growing up with a family of four, in a house with one shower, Kat found the tight window she had to shave and shower, plus do her skincare and makeup to be more than enough time for her. The only part that gave her pause was the outfit York picked out for her. She hadn’t even considered that she wouldn’t be dressing herself anymore. The white crop top and green plaid miniskirt weren’t exactly Kat’s style. The ripped fishnets and sneakers were a cute touch at least. Holding the crop top up, Kat saw it had “SLUT” written across the chest in bold black letters. It felt rather on the nose, but a stupid shirt hardly phased her at this point.

Kat threw on the clothes and hurried into the kitchen. On the fridge, she found a biweekly food schedule. Each day listed three recipe’s, organized by time of day. There was also a separate schedule for holidays and birthdays. Ever since York planned and executed the meticulous destruction of her life, Kat had really started getting American Psycho vibes from him. This food schedule was icing on the freaky vibes cake.

The scantily clad redhead looked to the counter. Sure enough, as York said, she saw the recipe book. Kat supposed it wasn’t that creepy to make an exact replica of your mother’s recipe book. Kinda adds to the creep factor when you kidnap a woman and force her to cook your mother’s recipes though. She opened the book and flipped to today’s morning recipe: Shakshuka. She was so getting zapped. Her dad was a simple bacon and eggs kind of guy. Kat had never heard of this.

She gathered the ingredients she needed. York’s kitchen was fully stocked with fresh vegetables, seasonings, and organic eggs. It was like making breakfast in a professional kitchen. Kat put her hair up and got to work. It wasn’t actually that hard once she got into it, but not knowing what the dish was supposed to look like made it hard to know how well she was doing. She gave it her best guess as she put the finishing touchings on. Whatever it was, it smelled amazing. She didn’t have too much time until it finished cooking. She hustled back up the stairs to report to York.

“Well, ain’t you the prettiest two-bit whore I’ve ever seen?” York mocked when he saw Kat approaching.

“Breakfast will be ready in a moment, Master.” Kat quickly turned to head back to the kitchen.

“Whoa there, Kitty Kat! You’re forgetting something.” York had a dumb grin glued to his face.

Kat had to think fast. “Oh. Right. That. I just thought that…since today was just practice and all-“

“Exactly. Today is practice. So, start practicing.” York dropped his pants.

Her heart leaped into her throat. York’s dick was enormous. The thick, veiny cock was only semi-erect, but still commanded the room. Its big, purple head pulsed as the shaft slowly rose to attention. Kat had unconsciously cocked her head to the side, no pun intended, as she continued to stare at it. Was her mouth watering before? She shook her head. Kat may be newly wet in a couple places, but that was something she could unpack later. If she was gonna find a way out of this she would have to stay focused.